When he had roamed the River of Time earlier,
Moxialuo had glimpsed the Great Thousand World's past.
But the past he had seen and the actual Great Thousand World were two entirely different things.
He had never imagined it.
The Great Thousand World, which clearly had no True Immortals, had suddenly become this powerful.
He could not understand it.
He could not understand it at all.
Even now, Moxialuo still felt utterly bewildered.
Still,
he had some vague suspicions.
The changes in the Great Thousand World definitely had something to do with that Heavenly Emperor.
As Moxialuo thought of Qin Shujian, killing intent surged within him.
As his killing intent rose, the surrounding void grew heavy with menace.
"For now, there is no hope of seizing the Great Thousand World's Origin. I can only wait for the Demon Abyss to arrive, then look for an opportunity—"
Moxialuo had already abandoned the idea of attacking the Great Thousand World.
At the very least, he had no intention of attacking it now.
There was no helping it.
The Great Thousand World was too powerful. The Three Great Clans had no chance of winning. Had the Boier Clan not been destroyed, things might have been different.
Thinking of the Boier Clan, which had met such an unwarranted, tragic end,
Moxialuo's eyes flickered, but he felt little emotion.
They were dead, and that was that.
He could only say they had been unlucky.
The Great Thousand World had opened neither sooner nor later, but precisely after the Boier Clan's destruction. Had the Heaven and Earth Barrier opened earlier, there would have been no need for the Blood Sacrifice.
Soon, Moxialuo put the matter of the Boier Clan out of his mind.
He now planned to take a different approach.
Since both the Great Thousand